today i went to a wedding party wearing half sleeves and I have many scars all together on my hand which was visible and a guy who was serving food he asked in a flirty and sarcastic way if i did it myself or something happened i looked at him for a second little lost little sad and turned my way but i felt judged. the battle i am in, my exhausted soul and that devil voice turns me in worse and puts me in a stage where i use sharp things to harm myself but it really doesnt mean i do it for attention or for fun. it has nothing to do with me or to prove if i am weak... little sad..